The Silver Haired Surfer Poem by Saint Eule

Jagged rocks beneath me,
The tide draws me near the bottom of the sea.
My last thoughts were of you,
My arms and legs tired dwindling of energy.

Closer toward the jagged rocks I plunge,
Wait! The mystery revealed not rocks but sponge.
The softness of the sponge plumed across my chest,
Alas I did my very best climbing toward the crest.

My surf board only twenty feet away,
Survived to see the foamy tops curling,
Swam over to my board and their I lay,
Then seeing another wave body hurling.

Faster, one knee then another there,
Standing upright balancing hips in motion.
Feeling the breeze riding without a care,
The silver haired surfer fondling the ocean.